It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers by
A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders why
A tired old man stares at the wall, said the colors blinding me
How can he see anything at all since hes got no eyes to see
Its not too faded
I still see that color coming through
Its not too jaded
The more you look the more you see
Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the mans still standing there
Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who cares
Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it free
He closed the doors I closed my eyes thats when I began to see
Its not too faded
I still see that color coming through
Its not too jaded
The more you look the more you see
Its not too faded
I still see that color coming through
Its not too jaded
The more you look the more you see